sebastian stan imagines [ completed ]

•Bucky - Stay Alive - Part 2•

A/n
Heya.
This is dedicated to everyone that wanted this.
I really hope that you like it!
Enjoy y'all.
-Hope

(Also even though Twenty One pilots make a cameo, and I understand that not all of you lovely readers are fans, in the future I will use other bands/singers for cameos so just let me know who your favourite bands/singers are and I'll be happy to include them!)

(October 2016)
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Ever since you woke up after getting shot, Bucky had been doing all he could to make up for what he'd been like. From being almost-enemies, you were now best friends.

The avengers had found it funny how dedicated to you Bucky had become. He'd always make sure that you were feeling okay and that you weren't hungry or thirsty or cold or alone.

If you woke up screaming in the night, within minutes Bucky would sprint into your room and hold you in his arms until you fell asleep again. It happened so often that most nights you would just sleep in Bucky's bed with him so he wouldn't have to move.

His chest became your pillow, his heartbeat was your lullaby, his arms were your blanket.

He always felt self conscious of his metal arm and he would shy away from your touch on it. The fear of harming you constantly burned away at Bucky's brain but you pushed his fears aside and always drew small patterns on the cold metal with your finger, fascinated by how beautifully crafted the arm was.

You constantly tried to make Bucky let go of the immense guilt from he being so horrible to you before that mission and every time he saw the raised scar on your upper chest, it sent him spiralling down into self-loathing and anger.

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It was around 01:26 in the morning. Your face lay lightly on Bucky's shoulder. He could feel your warm breath on his neck and with every exhalation, his heart leapt. Of course you were just friends and he couldn't allow you to know of his deep and aching love for you, and so he kept his body still and lips away from yours.

Your lips parted to let out a loud whine of fear, quickly followed by gasps for breath. Bucky flipped over so he was straddling you and held your face in his hands. He cradled your cheek with his flesh hand while stroking your hair with the other.

"Y/n, it's just a dream. Wake up, doll. I'm here, darlin'. I'm here." His words caused your eyes to flutter open and latch to his. Your vision became cloudy with tears of fright and you gripped Bucky's thin t-shirt as he rolled back over onto his back. His hands rubbed your back gently while you continued to cry into his broad chest.

He tried to think of something to take your mind off your night terror.

"Darlin', do you remember what I promised you? Just before you woke up?" His words was softly spoken as as light a feather. You shook your head but pulled your face away from his chest to watch his mesmerising features.